I'm the villain, evil boy, his father

Chapter 83 I'm Really Not a Peerless Expert, a Reclusive Writer!

"Oh, I didn't realize that our little Murong girl is still a passionate lover of literature!"

"Hehe, reading is great! It can increase knowledge, broaden horizons, cultivate one's morality, and improve one's inner self-cultivation and demeanor."

Having said that, Zhao Pu gently picked up the milk tea, took a sip, raised his eyebrows, and smiled quite proudly:
"I'm not afraid to tell you that your father Zhao was also a literary youth in his early years. He also went to school and read a few books. For a while, I also specially consulted some famous teachers, studied arts and sciences, and occasionally wrote a few articles. Article poetry."

"I'm not boasting, I'm much more accomplished than the so-called literati nowadays."

"Nowadays, the so-called literati and elegant scholars are all arty and elegant, and they have a false name."

"I don't claim to be a certain writer, or a member of a certain association. In fact, a bunch of people have learned a little bit of superficial stuff. They pick up people's teeth and piece together things all day long, thinking that they have written a few mediocre and boring works, so they dare to jump out Deceiving the world and stealing the name, making a lot of money."

"A group of rascals, in groups of three or four, brag about each other, you call me master, I call you master, hehe, the ultimate goal is not to make a name, to satisfy one's own fame and fortune, and to fool the ignorant little girl by the way. .”

"What a fuss to mention!"

While talking and laughing, Zhao Pu uttered unreasonable words and talked about the forum. In his words, he was quite disdainful and contemptuous of the current literary circles.

When Murong Xue heard this, she laughed in surprise and said: "Father Zhao, from what you said, it seems that there is no one in this huge chai energy that can fall into your eyes!"

"You keep saying that you don't like it so much. Are you better than those famous writers?"

Haha!

Zhao Pu laughed wildly on the spot, and said:
"You're really right. In the current literary world, there are really not many who can make your father Zhao look at you differently."

"Even that certain master who has won an award for writing novels about men and women, in the eyes of your father Zhao, he is nothing more than a speculative and mediocre person, what a shame!"

"It's not you, Daddy Zhao!"

"It's because there is really no one in the Huaxia literary world!"

"The fault is too serious. The famous writers of the older generation with a few brushes have either passed away, or they are old and have long since faded out of creation."

"Looking at it now, among the group of literati who are still active in the literary world, how many of them have poems and books in their stomachs, have learned from ancient to modern times, and rely on horses and thousands of words?"

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai, that the decline of writing and dao has come to this! It is really distressing!"

"If your father, Zhao, hadn't been fettered by the world of mortals and bound by barriers, he would have beaten those hypocrites and rotten literati to the point of fleeing, and never dared to talk about literature again!"

On the one hand, Zhao Pu was impassioned, talking and complaining freely, and on the other hand, his face was very proud and smug, with the madness of underestimating the heroes of the world.

This startled Murong Xue who was listening, her eyes widened and she looked stunned.

Looking at Zhao Pu, she forgot to speak for a while.

My mother!

Who is this father Zhao?

There is such a heroic spirit, dare to treat many famous writers in the literary world as nothing?
Could it be that Zhao's father is still a private hero who hides his secrets, has read a lot of poetry and books, is well-educated, and talented?
This can't be true, can it?
It is said that the small hermit hides in the wild, and the big hermit hides in the city. Since ancient times, the folks have produced masters, capable people, heroes, reckless heroes, frustrated talents, there are countless. I am afraid that Father Zhao is really a hidden master.

Where Murong Xue was dreaming, Zhao Pu also secretly noticed, her astonished expression and eyes, couldn't help but shudder, and secretly cried out.

Damn, what I said just now was so sloppy, I was a bit exaggerated.

It's cool, but how can you lie?

groove!
It's all because of my eloquence for a moment, wanting to show my face in front of the little girl, brag about it, and gain a lot of admiration.

Damn it's all right now, I'm a bit out of control.

Zhao Pu hurriedly got up, found a disposable paper cup, poured a glass of water, and first had a tactical drink to suppress his shock.

Facing the street scene, looking at the crowd silently, leaving behind an unfathomable and deep back.

In fact, I was thinking about it quickly in my heart.

No wonder Zhao Pu overplayed his head this time.

You know, Zhao Pu has always upheld that life is like a play, and it all depends on bragging!
Bragging ratio, who can't?
As long as the bragging is decent, as false as it is true, we can compare and brag!
Blow him in a cloud, anyway, others can't tell the truth from the fake.

"Father Zhao, are you really that powerful?"

"From what you said, you seem to be very powerful. In the field of literature, you have a very deep foundation!"

"Is it true?"

Murong Xue suddenly asked from behind.

In the tone, it seemed that Zhao Pu was looking forward to it.

"Ah this...?"

"Oh, it's a little research! It's not a big deal, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Zhao Pu waved his hand back and forced a smile.

Turning around again, he said with a smile: "Actually, what kind of literature does your father Zhao know? He just read a few martial arts novels before. Don't listen to my nonsense. It was just a joke just now, just to tease you."

"Hehe, you can't take it seriously!"

Zhao Pu explained again, leaving the relationship clear, so as not to reveal the truth when we talk about it later.

Otherwise, this force will really blow up.

But to Zhao Pu's surprise, the more he casually denied it like this, the more he aroused Murong Xue's curiosity and suspicion, and more and more in his heart, there were some people who believed that he, Zhao's father, was real or not. What kind of literary master is that?

Deliberately being modest to cover up his peerless strength?
Hearing what he said just now is full of arrogance, arrogance and domineering despise of the world's literary world, if he really doesn't have any real knowledge, how dare Father Zhao say it so confidently?
(End of this chapter)